Free HandsOn by Jaci Burton Page B

those panties off,” he said, suddenly needing to be inside
her.
    She gripped his shoulders, her green eyes glassy with
desire. “Kind of difficult in the position I’m in.”
    “Then I hope you didn’t pay a ton of money for them, because
they’re coming off one way or the other.”
    Her swift intake of breath wasn’t an objection. “Do it.”
    Keeping his gaze focused on hers, he reached for the string
on the side of her hip and wrapped it around his fist, then yanked. She cried
out when the elastic gave way with a single rip, then licked her lips, panting
heavily.
    The SUV was uncomfortable as hell, but damned if he was
going to wait to get her home. He lifted the skirt over her hips, going mad
with the sight of the tuft of red curls between her legs. He reached down and
skimmed her flesh. She was as wet as he was hard.
    “Lift up, babe,” he commanded, then unzipped his pants and
pulled out his aching shaft.
    She didn’t need instructions. She waited, arched above him,
as he grabbed a condom from the console and slid it on. Then she settled over
him, moving so agonizingly slow he wanted to grab her hips and plunge his cock
fast and hard inside her. Finally, she sat fully on him and began rocking,
slowly at first, then picking up the pace.
    He pulled her blouse aside, slipping it off her shoulders
and burying his face in her breasts. He licked her nipples over the material of
her bra and she whimpered, pulling at his hair.
    When he tilted his head back to look at her face, she drew
closer. Her lips ground against his, her tongue plunging into his mouth at the
same time his hips rose to meet her.
    The windows steamed. He panted, she panted. Clothes were
pulled aside so that skin made contact with skin.
    His little wildcat had gone feral on him. She bit his
shoulder and pumped away at his shaft until he felt death was imminent.
    What a way to go!
    Reaching around behind her, he slipped his fingers between
her legs, swiping some of the copious juices that seeped from her pussy. He
massaged her slit, loving the feel of her bouncing up and down on his shaft,
then drew his fingers upward, coating her anus with her own cream.
    “Oh, God,” she whispered, stilling completely.
    “I want to feel inside that hot ass of yours, Lara,” he
said, desperate to slide inside that tight rosebud and sample her heat.
    “Yes,” she hissed, bending forward to give him access.
    Sufficiently moistened, he slid one finger past the tight
muscle of her anus. Her ass gripped him, pulling his finger deeper and deeper
while her pussy quivered around his aching shaft.
    “Christ, you’re tight back there, baby. I’d love to fuck
that ass some day.” Just the thought of burying his cock deep into her hot,
tight cavern back there had his balls tightening and threatening to explode.
    He moved his finger in and out of her, drawing nearly
completely out, then plunging back inside again. Soon he was fucking her ass in
earnest.
    And she liked it. Man, did she like it. She dug her nails
into his shoulders and rode him like a wildcat, tilting her head back and
crying out in pleasure that had him ready to burst.
    “Now, Mark,” she cried, bucking furiously against him. His
balls ached with the need for release and he pumped harder and faster. His
groan and her keening cries mixed together as they both reached their climax at
the same time.
    Minutes passed and neither of them moved. He was sweating.
So was she. He withdrew from her anus and grabbed one of the tissues on the
console. That was as far as he got, though, because he couldn’t move a muscle.
    Hell, he didn’t want to move. Her cunt continued to pulse
around him. His crotch was soaked with the combination of her juices and his
cum.
    Damn that had been good.
    “I’m stuck,” she finally said.
    He opened his eyes and leaned back, searching her face.
“Stuck where?”
    She smirked. “Well, other than being impaled on your dick,
I’d say my legs are wedged pretty tight on either